Winterimperfect and i wrote the chapter, we both came up with the idea and i must say it turned out nicely. i shall let you read it!
John was at Mycroft and Lestrade's flat since Sherlock was on a dangerous case. The teen was due any day now with the baby and he couldn't believe that Sherlock would leave at a time like this. Mycroft wasn't even pleased that Sherlock left his young lover in his care till he got back; Lestrade had been more than happy to help. John was watching telly while Mycroft and Lestrade were in their bedroom spending time alone, John could hear them ,blushing slightly at some of the more vulgur cries, so he turned the TV up to tune out the noise.
Sherlock was on the hunt. A murder had been committed and no one could figure out how it had happened or who the killer was. It was a few minute details missed as per usual that put him on the trail of a possible psychopath. He felt adrenaline rush through his system, his eyes glittering as he slinked through the alleyways of a less savory neighborhood on the prowl for missing evidence and the last piece missing to solve the puzzle.
He glanced towards a dumpster and saw something vital to the case, the missing walking stick covered in blood! He pulled it out and went over it visually, sniffing it slightly. Not human blood, how peculiar.
He quickly took off, the last piece of the puzzle clicking into place.
John was getting up when he bent over in pain; he held his stomach, breathing slowly. The pain was gone again. He had been having the pains all night but figured he was just tired like last time. John got up and walked to the bedroom after turning the telly off; he decide it was time for a nap at least. He had just made it to his bedroom when the pain was back worse than ever, he screamed holding onto his bed. He sat down. This couldn't be happening now he was two weeks from his due date, he wasn't even ready to go to the hospital, but then he felt another pain.
"Greg!" John yelled. Soon Greg came in running; John was sitting on the bed.
"John, what is it?" He asked in a panic.
"I think the baby's coming!" John said taking deep breaths.
"Lay down, let's see if the contractions continue." Greg said. John laid back and once again another contraction, "How long you been having the contractions?"
"Seven hours give or take." John answered as he laid back.
"I need to check how far you're dilated." He said as he checked to see if John was dilated, "Oh, shit. Mycroft!" John looked up at Greg.
"What is it?" Mycroft asked, coming in.
"John is in active labor." Lestrade said
"Well, I guess it is time to go to the hospital." Mycroft said. Mycroft didn't like Lestrade's look. "Why not?"
"He's seven centimeters dilated; he won't make it to the hospital…" Lestrade saw Mycroft's look, "Please, just get me some towels right now and we can replace them later."
In the meantime John was just listening, almost in a panic because Sherlock wasn't here. Of all the times for Sherlock to have another dangerous case. Mycroft went to get some towels and pulled his phone out to call his brother.
Back in the room, John was having another contraction. Lestrade was trying to help him as much as possible.
"Breathe and relax." Lestrade said.
"You're not the one having contraction pains!" John snapped as he was holding onto the sheets. Lestrade was taken aback but remembered John was in labor and he would be kind of a bitch. Lestrade had read a book on child birth; he was waiting for Mycroft to get back with the towels.
Mycroft rolled his eyes as he pulled down the towels as the phone rang, this had to have been the fifth attempt at getting in touch with the childish Holmes brother. He was about to hang up when he heard the line on the other end pick up with various curses.
"I'm on a case, Mycroft. What is so important that you must ring me incessantly? I'm on the trail of the suspect, what do you mean come home now? I'm about to solve this case, I have no time for talking. What do you mean John needs me? He's fine, I'll be home tomorrow. He's in labor? Why does he need me there? He's the one with the baby. It's social protocol? Like I ever followed that... Don't yell! Fine. I'll just finish this lead and be there. No. No I won't leave right this instant. I will finish this case. Good bye."
The elder Holmes hung off and rolled his eyes at how childish his brother could be.
Mycroft walked in and Lestrade looked around, "He's almost ten centimeters, when is Sherlock getting here?"
"Sherlock will be here eventually, but… He's finishing up the case first." Mycroft finished. John looked at Mycroft and he looked mad.
"What do you mean he's finishing the case first? I will have his balls as a trophy, I swear it! Get his ass over here! He put this bloody thing in me so he best get his arse here on the double!" John yelled. Lestrade looked at Mycroft and didn't say another word about it, John screamed in pain from another contraction. Lestrade saw the baby crowning.
"Mycroft, please get a doctor here." Lestrade said. Mycroft left the room to call a doctor, he could hear John scream as he had another contraction.
"And that, Gregson, is how it happened." Sherlock finished, a smile at the others bewilderment. He nodded his head at the other, "Now, if you'll excuse me. I need to get back, I am needed urgently."
"But, Sherlock-" The other started but the taller man had already walked briskly to the street and hailed a cab.
John was pushing as hard as he could to get the baby out, Lestrade looked at John.
"You're doing great; it should only be one more push."
John took a deep breath and pushed, "There we go." John felt the pain completely go away followed by a baby's cry, Lestrade cut the cord and wrapped the baby up in a towel. Mycroft came in cautiously and saw Lestrade holding the baby.
"Mycroft, take the baby to John." Lestrade said, Mycroft held the baby and went over to John. He couldn't believe he was an uncle now. He looked at John as he held his newborn son. Mycroft heard the door open he walked out of the room and it was the doctor he called.
"Thank you for coming, Mr. Bright." Mycroft said.
"Anything for you, Mr. Holmes."
He went to the bedroom and Lestrade left to let them be.
"Any sign of Sherlock yet?" Lestrade asked.
"No."
Lestrade cleaned his hands and was waiting to hear what the doctor would say when the doctor came out.
"You did a wonderful job, Mr. Lestrade." The doctor said. "Here's the information you need."
"Thank you." Mycroft said as the doctor left.
"Now for Sherlock to show up."
Lestrade went back into the bedroom; he went to John's bedside and knelt on the floor. He looked at his nephew and smiled.
"He's not here, is he." John said.
"No, not yet. He will be here… You know him." Lestrade said.
Mycroft was at the front door and opened it to see Sherlock was standing there; the two looked at each other.
"It's about time you graced us with your presence. The baby has arrived and John is fine, no thanks to you though." Mycroft sniffed.
The taller man ignored the jab and brushed past, all but gliding to John's room.
Sherlock looked in on John who was holding their newborn baby boy; he walked in slowly and went to John's side of the bed. He looked at the baby who was looking at him; the teen looked up at his older lover. Lestrade left the room to be with Mycroft, who was annoyed that the sheets were ruined.
"You can hold him." John said to Sherlock.
The brunette seemed hesitant, staring at the small body in a wide-eyed manner.
"I'll break it." He murmured, not even reaching for the baby. John scowled, "You will not. You will hold him. Now."
Sherlock was taken aback at the demanding tone in his young lover and hesitantly reached out, holding the baby. He held it in the crook of his arm, his body tense. He was so uncomfortable that John couldn't help but laugh, even though his body hurt and the trembling wracking his body when he laughed made it worse, he couldn't stop. He wiped the tears full of mirth from his eyes as he reached out and took the baby back.
"And here I thought Mycroft was the most awkward with a child." John said, his voice cracking as he still chuckled.
"He used to hold me when I was a baby, back when he had feelings. Mum told me that once upon a time he wanted to be the best big brother in the world." Sherlock replied, settling down into a chair that sat vacant by the bed.
Next comes the epilogue, i like to thank everyone who is following the story and has reviewed. the reviews cheer me up and anyone who favorite the story, i had fun writing it and never really expected to come this far but with winterimperfect help it really turned out wonderful.